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In the middle of the night, the rain stopped. When the manager called, it was time for Mu to fall asleep.

"Miss mu, I'm sorry to disturb you in the middle of the night. But things are urgent, so... "

"You said."

"It's the house you entrusted to me. I just got a call from someone who said you want to buy it at your own price, but you will receive the house tomorrow. "

Gu family mansion The bottom of a woman's casual eyes had a ripple. The manager didn't hear back, but thought he didn't want to, so he said:

"if you don't want to sell, I'll turn down that man."

In addition to Tang Yan Shang, who dares to buy the mansion in Qingcheng? But now it's the first one in three years.

In the evening, Yu Guangcong looks at the scar on his wrist, but his thoughts are obviously not on the trace. He just thinks that he thinks the house will not be sold in his whole life.

"Sell it If you don't want to sell it, you won't let it go. "

That house, three years ago, was what she had been trying to sell.

"Well then," said the manager, his voice as brisk as the sun after the rain.

"are you going to see the house tomorrow?"

The manager was hung up before the woman responded.

Mu left her mobile phone at will in the evening, turned over and closed her eyes to sleep.

The next morning, outside the solemn and ancient Gu's mansion, the woman stood quietly, her eyes shining with the ivy on the outside of the mansion.

She hasn't been here for three years. This time, it's the last.

Into the house, the thick dust, even covered by white cloth, also fell a lot of dust.

"Miss mu, at this price, the buyer said that as long as you say the price, he will buy no matter how much."

No matter how much, right? It seems that he is a wilful and unscrupulous buyer.

It's a big house, not to mention its appearance and value, but to say who has lived here, the price has to be raised a lot. The manager said to himself, following the woman's steps up the floor.

"Miss Mu may not understand the market. The average luxury house can sell for tens of millions. But a big house is worth at least 100 million! "

She stopped, as if bored, but more ridiculous.

"A dead man's house is worth 100 million?"

The manager was immediately cut off, smiled awkwardly, and stood where he was, not following the woman's footsteps. He looked around his eyes and said, even if it was the family member who lived here? Those glories have long passed. At the end of the day, they are just houses that a dead man lived in.

The third room on the third floor turned left, but she stepped down.

Here, it used to be the man's study. When her long fingers touched the cold door, she got back in a daze. She was still afraid.

You don't even have the courage to look at it again. You are a coward.

Close her eyes, she can recall that in this room, the picture of her first kiss to the man, the picture of him holding her jaw and saying love to her, the picture of them being intimate and soft again and again.

No matter how beautiful the picture is, it is just once. Now left, only the indelible mark will hurt. It's not like time can dilute, on the contrary, it's getting deeper and deeper.

"Do you know who bought it?"

"It's all on trust, only to learn that the buyer is a Mr. Gu." When the manager's voice came down, he couldn't help thinking that the person who once lived in the house was also Gu. It's a coincidence.

Surname Gu, but mu Xiangwan doesn't care much. It's fate.

A few kilometers behind the old house is the cemetery where many people are buried.

Step, stop ten meters outside the cemetery.

That deep cold, bursts of attack, like an invisible cold hand, extended to her, surrounded her.

The old man who guards the cemetery has been in his rare years. It's full of purpose and no light. From her point of view a few meters away, it's like who is waiting in the empty eyes. But for who, it seems that he has feelings of love and hate.

That's her.

Liu Bo, who grew up watching her, is now the tomb keeper of the abandoned Gu's cemetery. He once loved her and pitied the people who hate her now.

Liu Bo is old, and his eyes are no longer good. He can only see a figure not far away, but he can't see his face clearly. Maybe it's just a passer-by. Now who else will come to sacrifice the people in the cemetery?

In the black Rolls Royce car parked opposite the cemetery, the man looks at the woman who stops outside the cemetery. It's hard to guess the deep bottom of his eyes. With a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were deep, and he drew a smile with mockery.

Mu, you dare not go in. Are you afraid?

"Mr. Gu, the house has been bought, and the seller only offers 30 million yuan."

Lay handed in the document. Under the sales agreement, it was the seller's signature.

The man looked at the three words, as the old general handwriting, as she saw from a distance, Qingling Junxiu.The car left and there was no trace on the road.

Mu looks up at night. Just now, she seems I feel him. Then, laugh at yourself.

One door apart, she is outside the cemetery, he has been sleeping in the Loess forever. I don't want to see her again, so I feel that way.

"Goodbye."

Whispering is a farewell, but also the end of that twenty years of life.

In the future, I will not live for anyone.

All the time, I didn't dare to see him for the last time. Wandering outside the cemetery is not the first time, but the last. Goodbye, the sleeper inside, I will not come again, disturb your peace. May you, Chang'an.

……

It's not too late to return to the villa, but it's obviously impatient for those waiting.

Jos had served a third cup of tea for a woman, and said respectfully:

"please use tea, Mrs. Tang."

Lin wanting looks at the tea coldly and proudly. It's the third cup. It seems that it's not easy to see you bathe late.

When Joyce heard the sound of going to open the door, her eyes lit up.

"Miss mu, someone is looking for you."

As soon as the voice fell, Lin wanting stood up and went to the woman who came in.

"It seems that Miss Mu likes to make people wait." There is no need to cover up the sarcasm, just as there are many words that a wife should have when she meets a junior.

Mu looks tired as she is indifferent to her eyes at night. There is not much strength in the voice, but for Lin wanting, it is a scornful counterattack --

"you should come here without asking, etc."

Without modesty, maybe she is Mrs. Tang in the eyes of everyone. Maybe many people flatter her, but mu Xiangwan doesn't think so.

"Oh, no one told you that such rudeness would be disgusting."

Rude? Mu purses her lips slightly towards the evening. Did she say anything wrong? It's strange why people nowadays prefer to use words to justify right and wrong rather than take off the mask.

"I didn't want you to like it."

"You!" This kind of directness makes Lin wanting speechless for a while, and she can't see. This kind of indifference and directness makes Tang Yan Shang like her. She has been keeping her for so many years. Even last night, it was supposed to be their wedding night. He abandoned his new bride and went to find the woman who was despised by everyone in Qingcheng!

It seems that she is not willing to deal with herself. The look on Lin wanting's face became ugly. It's no longer the same tone as before, but directly to say:

"bathe late, how much do you want to leave my husband?"

She has plenty of money. As long as Mu says a price to the evening, she will give it to her immediately.

Mu is chuckling at night. Give her money, right? How much can I give you?

"Who do you think has more money, you and Tang Yanshang?"

Lin wanting said dumb words, she knew that mu Xiangwan was the kind of woman who loved money. Tang Yan Shang has always been generous to women, especially mu Xiangwan, which means that he has given her a lot of benefits.

"You don't mind being scolded as a shameless Junior for money!"